Cameroon launches ecommerce site to promote local handicraft products
By News Ghana

The site, www.cameroongallery.com, is the first of its kind in sub-Sahara.

On behalf of Prime Minister Philemon Yang, Small and Medium Enterprises Minister Laurent Serge Etoundi Ngoa, hailed the project for providing great opportunity to promote the local handicraft products home and abroad.

“The Cameroonian craftsmen have long suffered from the underestimation of their products which enjoy nevertheless the good quality,” he said in the inaugural speech.

“In a globalized world, where economies are now linked together, we should be creative and intelligent to ensure our products not only popular but also widely consumed,” said the minister.

Cameroon is an influential member of Co-ordinating Committee for the Development and Promotion of African Handicraft (CODEPA), an interafrican organization consisting of 26 African countries. In addition to Yaounde, the e-commerce site has an antenna in Limbe, a city in southwest of Cameroon.

vrrnx  asked:

hey quinn, just here to say, i think ur pretty cool, and i think it is impressive how you use both twitter and tumblr actively. we shouold . i never finished this sentence and left the page trhinking i sent this ask for like 10 minutes

i don’t know if my twitter use could be called “active” but i appreciate the sentiment regardless… what we Should do is play more ffxiv together tbh

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             He goes stock still, as he’s just taken a cattle prod to the spine. There is no facade here – there is no mask for Fate to hide behind. In fact, one could say Fate was gone, that the illusion of new identity is what kept him sane and safe for the past seventeen years. And it’s gone. It’s been corroded by ale and rum and whiskey. And after nearly two decades, Tobias Foxtrot is center-stage, awaiting judgement from strangers in a bar.

            “Graves…” He whispers, and clumsily attempts to get back his composure. “Just– an old .. friend of mine. He– ah. We did heists together, y’all should know, we made big news back then. The… crew and us. We were–”

            He can’t continue for a second. He ducks his gaze, which now stings in shame and regret and hurt. He tries not to talk about Graves. He doesn’t want to relive this pain he’s forced himself into. Every day he acknowledges that it was his fault Graves nearly died in the locker. It was his fault that Graves was hungry for his blood. It was his fault the crew was dead. It was his fault he couldn’t love anyone the same after Graves. It’s his fault he’s still in love with him.

            But, alas, this does not stay hidden. The alcohol loosens the tight chains that Twisted Fate kept his emotions in, and allowed Tobias to spill from his lips like a horrific, colorful burst in a dam.

            “God, I loved him.” Fate leans forward and speaks into the palm of his hand. His eyes are covered by the wide brim of his hat, but it’s very easy to tell by the shaking of his shoulders and the wavering of his voice that he is close to tears. Weak man, torn by pride and by love in two separate directions. He laughs unsteadily and hunches towards the table. “I love him.”

            He sits up again, the pain in his eyes both nostalgic and remorseful. Every memory floods back to him in a wild rush of speed, and it’s all spoken in the most unorganized stream of conscience;

            “He and I, we– there was no one like us. We’d steal and we’d fuck but– but it was more than that.” he’s beginning to reach hysterics now, but every moment is real, alive in his eyes. And his voice is distant and quiet and … dreamlike. “We would actually talk, he’d talk to me and it’d make sense when everything else in my world didn’t. Everything else was s-so– so fucked up and weird and hurtful, but he wasn’t. He was–…”

            He hiccups. Because of alcohol or because of the fact that he is having an emotional breakdown and is crying for the first time in several months, he can’t tell. His breathing is quick and broken, and his questioner has disappeared. All that exists is him and his delusional, drunken memories.

            “He wasn’t perfect, I’ll fuckin’ attest to that, but he was loud an’ angry and violent and weird and charmin’ in his own stupid way, and he could drink anyone under the table and he fought like the dickens. He was a bat out of hell from the get-go and I loved that about him. I loved that he was mean and a brutal son of a bitch and– I loved that he tried to be soft but was terrible at it. I loved that he yelled and drank and killed and robbed and that he– loved me back…”

            His voice dies down at that, and the agony floods back in. He leans back in his chair, like all the life has been taken out of him once again. The glow in his eyes has left. It’s almost like his color has completely vanished.

            “But that was then.” He sips his drink, trying to sate the migraine that was settling in after his tantrum.

“We’re different men, now.”


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hunk and lance friendship hcs
  • Hunk and Lance knew each other before the Garrison and have been bffs since childhood
  • Hunk and Lance didn’t meet in the same preschool nor did they ever go to the same school (until the garrison) but met each other in a nearby playground where they continued to meet up for the next 8-11 years of their life, they usually let off steam about the shit that goes down in their schools.
  • “Like, if you’re going to steal something from the mall -” “Don’t wear your uniform?” “EXACTLY. God, that guy was so stupid.” “Agreed.”
  • “Then… then he KICKED the guy’s nose!!! He was bleeding, Lance! He needed to be taken to the hospital!!” “Oh my God, and then what?” “A girl was crying the whole entire time and -” the stories they share go on and on.
  • Lance’s mom and Hunk’s mom are interested in the same things so their sons r bffs and so r they and their moms drag them off sometimes to do grocery shopping but Hunk and Lance are aways ‘can’t we just stay at hoooommmmeeee?’ ‘no you’re going to help me and hunk’s mom buy groceries for our party’ ‘what party????’ ‘a joint family party!!!!’ ‘??????? !!!! A JOINT FAMILY PARTY ????’
  • Hunk’s family and Lance’s family are really close buds now
  • It’s almost surreal how much the two families are alike to interests???
  • Hunk and Lance meet up after graduating middle school and decide to finally enrol in the same school. Both of them couldn’t have been anymore excited and happy.
  • Hunk is Lance’s only tether to Earth because Hunk is childhood and playground days, fighting off bullies and staying up at night under covers and pillow forts, charting stars while laying on muddy grass after rain, stealing cookies when their mothers aren’t looking, and making stupid jokes together as the sun went down – all of their world, quiet and soft and sound.
  • Lance loves Hunk and Hunk loves Lance. They’re best friends, because water breathes life on Earth and what is water without it’s Earth?

SO, sefeiour sent me an ask about cockles from Misha’s side. Now THAT’S a topic and a half. I’m gonna die writing this, I’m sure, but I’m also sure it will be worth it.

Now, Misha is this wonderful combination of dominance and cuteness. This is best seen when he’s around Jensen. At times he’s dominant

in control


and composed

and so fucking pleased about it too

And then other times he’s this big shy



puddle of goo

Well, I hope you enjoyed this torture. I’m gonna go hit myself on the head with a frying pan now.

I find it funny when I see a post or whatever saying “THIS IS NATIVE AMERICAN” and I’m like okay? What kind of Native American? Cree? Nisga'a? Haida? Mi'kmaq? Blackfoot? Mohawk? Tsimshian? Ojibwe? Dakota? (These are all groups I named off the top of my head)

I know it’s hard to wrap your non-native minds around this but we’re not all one people.